Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(22)

Her shocked expression drops, and she laughs at me. I shake my head. This girl is too fucking much.

I set my hand on her hip, dangerously close to her ass. We walk into the living room in the club and I see the whole entire crew here. I hear a bunch of motorcycles outside, and my guess is it’s Lane and his men.

Jack is sitting on the couch with Jean. Kyle is in the armchair, with Chrystal on his lap. Torch is looking pissed the hell off, with Kayla in his lap, looking very pregnant. Belle is sitting beside her man on the couch. On the opposite couch is Vin beside Trey. Ryan is sitting on the end with Myra, and Mia is on the floor with Kyle’s daughter. Much to my surprise, Liam is standing across the room.

Liam sees me staring at him and walks over to me. Fuck, the kid has grown. I let Alisha go and pull him into a man hug.

“How long is your break?” I ask.

Liam smacks me on my back, and I pull back.

“Two weeks.” He looks over to Alisha and then back at me.

I pull her into my side. “This is my woman, Alisha. Alisha, Liam.”

Her eyes widen as the name sinks in. She gives him a huge smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Liam looks at me and nods in approval.

I step away from Liam and pull Alisha onto my lap in the free recliner across the room. She immediately starts chatting with Chrystal and Torch’s woman even though she hasn’t met her before.

Kyle is staring at me. He nods, and I know it’s fucking on. Kyle is still pissed, and that’s one thing you never want to fucking do. When you mess with Chrystal, he makes Butch look like a fucking child.

We are all violent fuckers, and it’s something we can’t change about ourselves. I grew up in a good home. I have two amazing parents and a baby sister who is two years younger than I am.

My mom doted on us. She always had cookies in the cookie jar. My dad taught me to be a fucking man. He is a badass motherfucker too, and I’ve seen many men fall on their asses from just looking at my dad.

My dad is a retired president of an MC that is now retired. The men didn’t want that club to continue in the town they were in. Lane took that town over, and my father is a part of the club. He helps learn his enemies.

Kyle, Torch, Butch, Trey, Vin, Ryan, and I started this one. Raleigh was a fresh start and a booming city that was still relatively small when we started, but it is growing every day. We really changed this town. We opened many, many businesses. Then we expanded through Texas.

Lane is the same as I am. He has many businesses too. We didn’t want to earn a living doing illegal shit. Kyle has a family, and we are all planning on having kids someday. We didn’t want the risk of being stuck in a prison cell. That is why we have gone this route.

The door to the clubhouse opens and Lane walks in. I stand up, carrying Alisha with me, before setting her back in the recliner. She and the girls will sit here while we plan.

Kyle walks out of the room. We follow him, and so does Lane’s gang. We are ready to make some motherfuckers pay. Butch walks up beside me and grins at me evilly. Crazy fucker. I shake my head, smiling.

We file into the room. The members of the club sit in the chairs, and Lane’s men stand around the room, behind us. Kyle is at the top of the table, Torch to his left, the VP Ryan to his right. I’m beside Torch, and Butch is beside me. Vinny is beside Ryan, who is beside Trey. Jack, Allen, Liam, and the newest member, Locke, are there as well.

“Last night, we declared war on the Devils Slaves MC. They came to our bar last night and started shit. Lane heard them talking outside, saying it was their intent to cause drama. He threatened Techy’s woman, Alisha, and made sexual remarks to”—Kyle bangs his fist against the table—“my woman.”

Fucks are thrown out across the room because we all know the magnitude of how bad this is. Kyle will kill every single member of that club. Chrystal had it really fucking bad until Kyle. She was eight months pregnant and on the run from her old life. He saved her.

Kyle looks at everybody in the room and says, “Be vigilant eyes everywhere. No woman is to be out alone. Prospects are at your disposal. They are not to be left alone at all costs.” He sits back in his seat. “These men will hurt a woman for a laugh, but at war with a club? These men are savages.”

I nod in agreement. “I searched every single one of these men. They’re twenty of them and five are almost too old to fucking ride a bike, but…” I look at Kyle and Lane, who have young daughters. These men are a different kind of breed of bad. My stomach fucking hurts at the thought. “Three of them are registered sex offenders.”

The room turns icy cold. Kyle lifts the table and slams it back down. The table is at least six hundred pounds.